Name: Billy Willson
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Tall, not that muscular, just an average Canadian boy
Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: He was grown up without much concerns about international affairs. He tends to be somewhat of not caring about anything that is going on outside of his country.
Family: Father, mother, and a sister
Education: Elmwood High School
Languages you speak: English
Your main concerns at this time and in life: Was not aware of Japan until the war broke out.
Portrait (an image that you and we can live with):
Entry #1: November 16th, 1941
The war started in Hon Kong and me and my comrades were called to back up a defensive line called the Gin Drinkers line to hold off the Japanese attack from the island for at least seven days. As I got into the port and packed my belongings and marched to the defensive line, during my trip to my post I saw a Chinese man leaving Hon Kong. It was rather sad moment because it made me think of my father. We advanced more and more until we reached the Gin Drinkers Line controlled by British officer named C. M. Maltby. We got into our position and readied ourselves for the Japanese. It was my first time being in a war. Does everyone else did... I was nervous, not because of the possibility of dying but because that I was scared of killing someone else. So far, I only got to fire thirty something real shots so far and this added more tension in my nervousness of the fact that I have to kill a person. I looked around and people seemed to be nervous also.
I remember of my ship trip that started in October 27th. I remember it correctly because it was my birthday. What a good present it is to be shipped to a country that I have never been to for the trip of my life. It was really frustrating experience to be in the ocean for almost two months. People were getting sea sick and some were crying. Me, I was doing both. When I got to Hong Kong, first thing I saw was people leaving and people eating with chopsticks. This fascinated me because I never seen it before. It was made of wood, long ones, and they somehow held it to use it and eat their foods.
I still do not completely feel that I am in a war. I feel that I am just in a new trip that is without my family and in a new place. I hope I survive this war so I can see my family again at least in Christmas time.
Entry #2: December 14th, 1941
Japanese had been advancing toward us since the morning, we have been firing at them for what seems like eternity. According to what I heard from other people, our line is folding and that it will soon get destroyed. It is okay, our purpose here was not to fight and win but buy our allies some time so that they can build back their forces and get prepared.
It is night now and both sides seem to be tired. We stopped firing and is now resting temporarily. However, no one is loosening their guard because they might attack us during the night like they did two days ago.
After thinking about stuffs in silence and solitude, I have been wondering why I signed up for his job. I signed up to feed my family but could not I have done the same by staying in Canada and getting a job in a factory. Lots of thoughts are going through my minds right now. Will I die tomorrow, if I die will anyone remember me, what would it feel like when I die.
According to some rumors, they say that we will soon be driven back to the island and lose this battle. Predicted. All I want right now is someone who will remember me even when I am dead and find my body when I die in the middle of the battlefield.
The attack began about three or four days ago, I can’t remember. It started with Japanese hitting our defensive line. We held up, at least we tried to, but failed, we were not able to hold up the line for at least a week.
However, yesterday I heard the rumor that it was not our fault of loosing to Japanese. We only had 10000 something men and six carrier and twelve trucks while the standard for the normal armies are 21 carriers and 37 trucks. This made me to feel better, at least, for a minute because it told me that we did not lose the inland because we were not brave. I think my comrades and I do not stand any chance of surviving. I just hope that I survive until Chirstmas.
Entry #3: January 4th, 1942
Like I predicted, we lost the battle I am in a camp of POW right now. Some of my friends are with me right now. No one is speaking. We have been talking to each other about what would happen, my friend, Jason (do not know his sir name), said that there is a great chance for us too be sent to the concentration camp somewhere in China or Japan.
According to the rumor, they say that Japanese are going to do an experiment on me. They say that they will open my head and poke my brain and do stuffs to my brain. I am scared
I do not know where I am right now. I have been closing my eyes and thinking about where they are taking me. By looking at the climate and decrease in temperature, I think they are taking me up to north.
My friend said that only reason that they will take us to north is because there is a human experiment camp in Manchuria.
Anyways, we have been staying in this place for some days right now. We have not been moving for some reason. According to some words that I caught from the Japanese saying by using the words that Jason taught me, I think they are staying here because there is an blizzard. To look on the bright side, I think it is one of those things to be at least be happy on because I will get to live for some more days. Well, that is lucky I guess.
I have been talking to my friend more because I had nothing to do. He has been sleeping for some time now. He has not been moving or taking any action. That is when it hit me. I shouted his name over and over. No answer. I started trembling, I asked my transporter to check my friend. Of course they did not because they did not understand English and just hit me with their guns. But I figured out what happened to him when they just threw him out in the no where.
Entry #4: July, 1943
I lost the sense of time. I do not remember where I am right now. I do not know who I am and I do not know what I am writing now.
It is cold here, bugs always creep around and our toilet is a bucket that is cleaned up once a week. The floor is wet with some stuffs that I do not want to know. I scream out, I say insults to my captures. But of course, they do not understand. I see someone (more like sense) is near my cell for I am not alone here. I do not know his name but he says that he is from Singapore and that he is British. However, it is dark and damp so it feels like I am alone.
I started crying. I cried because I remembered my family, I missed my mother and father and wanted to see them before I die.
They have been doing lots of experiments on me, they have ben cutting up my body parts and injecting chemicals in my body. It hurts. I hate to go through this everyday.
I tried suiciding one day but I failed, the officer that was closely looking at me saw what I was trying to do and notified the medics before I could bleed enough. They stitched my tongue back to normal and put a leathery thing on it to stop me from biting it.
When I was in the medical center, I tried to escape. As you can see from the place that I am at. I failed. I was not strong enough they only have been feeding me with some rice stuffs and Chinese fried things.
I started crying again, the guy on another cell is looking at me probably but who cares, he is insane. He has been talking to himself since this year. It is making me to talk to myself sometimes.
It is now my sixth month in this place and I still cannot determine how to get out of this hell. Where was I for the previous year. I can’t remember they have done some things to me. All I know is that this is not my first human experimenting camp. There are plenty in China. Last year because of the blizzard, they sent me to a camp somewhere in China first and then during the January of this year, they sent me here.
They are calling me again another experiment I guess. If any one finds this and read it please give it to my family.....
Cites for the entries: http://www.google.co.kr/imgres?imgurl=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Np_7z8Wp-wI/TNuy6_UyPEI/AAAAAAAABgk/85hSMmSBkd0/s1600/AlistairWem04.jpg&imgrefurl=http://keithaya.blogspot.com/&usg=__5fqJj9i378aq2BHPy96qu098Z8w=&h=650&w=455&sz=83&hl=ko&start=0&sig2=GRcL5F3_AUUx2NTk13gURQ&zoom=1&tbnid=29d7HRlbaj3SrM:&tbnh=150&tbnw=133&ei=mgLnTaniL4X2vwOQ5qDeDQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcandian%2Bboy%2Bduring%2Bjapanese%26hl%3Dko%26newwindow%3D1%26biw%3D1236%26bih%3D624%26tbm%3Disch&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=605&vpy=185&dur=121&hovh=268&hovw=188&tx=85&ty=188&page=1&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:15,s:0&biw=1236&bih=624 http://wwii.ca/content-45/world-war-ii/the-winnipeg-grenadiers-at-hong-kong/
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Tall, not that muscular, just an average Canadian boy
Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: He was grown up without much concerns about international affairs. He tends to be somewhat of not caring about anything that is going on outside of his country.
Family: Father, mother, and a sister
Education: Elmwood High School
Languages you speak: English
Your main concerns at this time and in life: Was not aware of Japan until the war broke out.
Portrait (an image that you and we can live with):
Entry #1: November 16th, 1941
The war started in Hon Kong and me and my comrades were called to back up a defensive line called the Gin Drinkers line to hold off the Japanese attack from the island for at least seven days. As I got into the port and packed my belongings and marched to the defensive line, during my trip to my post I saw a Chinese man leaving Hon Kong. It was rather sad moment because it made me think of my father. We advanced more and more until we reached the Gin Drinkers Line controlled by British officer named C. M. Maltby. We got into our position and readied ourselves for the Japanese. It was my first time being in a war. Does everyone else did... I was nervous, not because of the possibility of dying but because that I was scared of killing someone else. So far, I only got to fire thirty something real shots so far and this added more tension in my nervousness of the fact that I have to kill a person. I looked around and people seemed to be nervous also.
I remember of my ship trip that started in October 27th. I remember it correctly because it was my birthday. What a good present it is to be shipped to a country that I have never been to for the trip of my life. It was really frustrating experience to be in the ocean for almost two months. People were getting sea sick and some were crying. Me, I was doing both. When I got to Hong Kong, first thing I saw was people leaving and people eating with chopsticks. This fascinated me because I never seen it before. It was made of wood, long ones, and they somehow held it to use it and eat their foods.
I still do not completely feel that I am in a war. I feel that I am just in a new trip that is without my family and in a new place. I hope I survive this war so I can see my family again at least in Christmas time.
Entry #2: December 14th, 1941
Japanese had been advancing toward us since the morning, we have been firing at them for what seems like eternity. According to what I heard from other people, our line is folding and that it will soon get destroyed. It is okay, our purpose here was not to fight and win but buy our allies some time so that they can build back their forces and get prepared.
It is night now and both sides seem to be tired. We stopped firing and is now resting temporarily. However, no one is loosening their guard because they might attack us during the night like they did two days ago.
After thinking about stuffs in silence and solitude, I have been wondering why I signed up for his job. I signed up to feed my family but could not I have done the same by staying in Canada and getting a job in a factory. Lots of thoughts are going through my minds right now. Will I die tomorrow, if I die will anyone remember me, what would it feel like when I die.
According to some rumors, they say that we will soon be driven back to the island and lose this battle. Predicted. All I want right now is someone who will remember me even when I am dead and find my body when I die in the middle of the battlefield.
The attack began about three or four days ago, I can’t remember. It started with Japanese hitting our defensive line. We held up, at least we tried to, but failed, we were not able to hold up the line for at least a week.
However, yesterday I heard the rumor that it was not our fault of loosing to Japanese. We only had 10000 something men and six carrier and twelve trucks while the standard for the normal armies are 21 carriers and 37 trucks. This made me to feel better, at least, for a minute because it told me that we did not lose the inland because we were not brave. I think my comrades and I do not stand any chance of surviving. I just hope that I survive until Chirstmas.
Entry #3: January 4th, 1942
Like I predicted, we lost the battle I am in a camp of POW right now. Some of my friends are with me right now. No one is speaking. We have been talking to each other about what would happen, my friend, Jason (do not know his sir name), said that there is a great chance for us too be sent to the concentration camp somewhere in China or Japan.
According to the rumor, they say that Japanese are going to do an experiment on me. They say that they will open my head and poke my brain and do stuffs to my brain. I am scared
I do not know where I am right now. I have been closing my eyes and thinking about where they are taking me. By looking at the climate and decrease in temperature, I think they are taking me up to north.
My friend said that only reason that they will take us to north is because there is a human experiment camp in Manchuria.
Anyways, we have been staying in this place for some days right now. We have not been moving for some reason. According to some words that I caught from the Japanese saying by using the words that Jason taught me, I think they are staying here because there is an blizzard. To look on the bright side, I think it is one of those things to be at least be happy on because I will get to live for some more days. Well, that is lucky I guess.
I have been talking to my friend more because I had nothing to do. He has been sleeping for some time now. He has not been moving or taking any action. That is when it hit me. I shouted his name over and over. No answer. I started trembling, I asked my transporter to check my friend. Of course they did not because they did not understand English and just hit me with their guns. But I figured out what happened to him when they just threw him out in the no where.
Entry #4: July, 1943
I lost the sense of time. I do not remember where I am right now. I do not know who I am and I do not know what I am writing now.
It is cold here, bugs always creep around and our toilet is a bucket that is cleaned up once a week. The floor is wet with some stuffs that I do not want to know. I scream out, I say insults to my captures. But of course, they do not understand. I see someone (more like sense) is near my cell for I am not alone here. I do not know his name but he says that he is from Singapore and that he is British. However, it is dark and damp so it feels like I am alone.
I started crying. I cried because I remembered my family, I missed my mother and father and wanted to see them before I die.
They have been doing lots of experiments on me, they have ben cutting up my body parts and injecting chemicals in my body. It hurts. I hate to go through this everyday.
I tried suiciding one day but I failed, the officer that was closely looking at me saw what I was trying to do and notified the medics before I could bleed enough. They stitched my tongue back to normal and put a leathery thing on it to stop me from biting it.
When I was in the medical center, I tried to escape. As you can see from the place that I am at. I failed. I was not strong enough they only have been feeding me with some rice stuffs and Chinese fried things.
I started crying again, the guy on another cell is looking at me probably but who cares, he is insane. He has been talking to himself since this year. It is making me to talk to myself sometimes.
It is now my sixth month in this place and I still cannot determine how to get out of this hell. Where was I for the previous year. I can’t remember they have done some things to me. All I know is that this is not my first human experimenting camp. There are plenty in China. Last year because of the blizzard, they sent me to a camp somewhere in China first and then during the January of this year, they sent me here.
They are calling me again another experiment I guess. If any one finds this and read it please give it to my family.....
Cites for the entries:
http://www.google.co.kr/imgres?imgurl=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Np_7z8Wp-wI/TNuy6_UyPEI/AAAAAAAABgk/85hSMmSBkd0/s1600/AlistairWem04.jpg&imgrefurl=http://keithaya.blogspot.com/&usg=__5fqJj9i378aq2BHPy96qu098Z8w=&h=650&w=455&sz=83&hl=ko&start=0&sig2=GRcL5F3_AUUx2NTk13gURQ&zoom=1&tbnid=29d7HRlbaj3SrM:&tbnh=150&tbnw=133&ei=mgLnTaniL4X2vwOQ5qDeDQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcandian%2Bboy%2Bduring%2Bjapanese%26hl%3Dko%26newwindow%3D1%26biw%3D1236%26bih%3D624%26tbm%3Disch&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=605&vpy=185&dur=121&hovh=268&hovw=188&tx=85&ty=188&page=1&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:15,s:0&biw=1236&bih=624
http://wwii.ca/content-45/world-war-ii/the-winnipeg-grenadiers-at-hong-kong/